It's Okay...

...that I'm not okay. Not yet.

I got back from Brett and Tim's over an hour ago, and have yet to go to sleep. I got back to Lincoln earlier today and got a lot of stuff done and put away and got my dress for New Year's, but now with the weather supposed to be crappy I don't know if I will get to GI.

Tim and I watched Reservoir Dogs tonight, one of the many movies Evan insisted I had to watch, but obviously we never got the chance to. And Tim and I talked a lot too, about everything. I know I am better off in terms of being okay than he and Brett, but it doesn't mean I am totally straight with it either. But that's okay. None of us have to be okay yet. It's barely been a month, I don't think anyone is perfectly peachy keen. But I've been down this road before, sadly, and I know how it goes. I know everything takes time and blah blah, same old cliches. Of course I miss him. And it's weird to me to say I am going to Brett and Tim's. I actually told my mom on the phone tonight I was going to hang out at Brett and Evan's when she asked what my plans were. When she heard my answer she was quiet for a moment, then asked again. I corrected myself without knowing it until she pointed it out. Time is the only problem, and time is the only solution. I wish I had more to offer Brett or Tim in terms of advice, or simply just being there for them, but they have to deal with things the best way they can, and if they choose to talk about it, that's great. If not, that's fine too. Whatever they need to do to be okay is what needs to be done. It won't ever go away, but it will be easier to deal with, I can promise them that much at least.